Thursday, 4 October 2012

Melting into Formlessness

Hidden behind the veil of mystery, Beauty is eternally free from the slightest stain of imperfection.  From the atoms of the world, He created a multitude of mirrors; into each one of them He cast the image of His Face; to the awakened eye, anything that appears beautiful is only a reflection of that Face. Now that you have seen the reflection, hurry to its Source; in that primordial Light the reflection vanishes completely.  Do not linger far from that primal Source; when the reflection fades, you will be lost in darkness.  The reflection is as transient as the smile of a rose; if you want permanence, turn towards the Source; if you want fidelity, look to the Mine of faithfulness.  Why tear your soul apart over something here one moment and gone the next? 
Jami, trans. Andrew Harvey & Eryk Hanut, ‘Perfume of the Desert’

Just wait.  After I steam the rice, reduce
the sauce, sauté the chicken with tarragon
and grapes, after I watch every morsel
disappear, then, satisfied that you are
satisfied, I’ll let you lay hands on me..
Karen Kovacik, closing lines to “The Art of Love” from Beyond the Velvet Curtain (The Kent State University Press, 1999)

We, in the grappling nights,
we fall from nearness to nearness;
and where Beloved in loving thaws,
we are a plunging stone.

Rainer Maria Rilke (1922, trans. —okei)

I am pure word, come!
Hold me in your gentle hands
Under a pale moon
Take me into you
But should you dare unwrap me
Nothing! Nothing there.

Photo: Azure Roman Pool at Hearst Castle, California by Trey Ratcliff

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